by S. R. Morris
Chapter Three
“I’m so happy that you decided to join us watching the basketball game,” said Mary Ann as she greeted Ruth and made room on the bleacher next to her. “We miss you since you began your new job. We miss your laughter and we miss the fact that you always make us laugh, too.”
“Yes, we have really missed you,” said Rhoda. “It’s so good to see you.”
“I miss you too,” countered Ruth as she hugged both girls and sat down. “Since I started my new job, it seems that all I do is work; first at my job and then at home cooking, cleaning, washing dishes and washing clothes. It’s been very hard since mother got sick.”
“How is your mother? I heard she has cancer. Is that true?” Mary Ann asked.
“Yes, it’s true,” replied Ruth. “She is very sick and often has terrible pains. The doctor said there is nothing we can do but make her comfortable. I spend part of my salary buying medicine so she has relief from the pain. The hard part for me is that I have to get my little sister ready for school and make her breakfast and lunch. When I get home from work, I make dinner for mother, father and Rebecca, and then I help her with homework and get her clothes ready for school the next day.
“Sometimes I try to talk to mother and comfort her, but if she is in a bad mood or the medicine makes her sleepy, she cannot talk at all,” continued Ruth. “But I don’t want to talk about my problems. I have been looking forward to coming here to watch this game all week. Are there any cute boys here tonight?”
“That tall boy on the team from Banilad is very cute,” Rhoda said pointing to a boy practicing on the court. “But they say he has a girlfriend already. Some say he is married, but I’ve never seen him with her.”
Ruth looked as she followed Rhoda’s finger pointing to a tall boy near the backboard. She watched as he dribbled the ball, jumped high and easily laid the ball at the rim of the hoop and in. He was very cute, she thought, but probably full of himself.
“It looks like he’s a good basketball player, but I don’t think he’s all that cute,” Ruth said as she waited a few seconds to see her friends’ responses. Then she smiled widely and commented, “Just kidding.”
The girls all laughed together and Ruth really was happy to be with her friends again. They watched the game and shared a bag of corn chips and some soda. They also cheered the team from Banilad, especially when the tall boy scored.
When the game was over the three girls continued to sit and laugh and share stories. At times, Ruth glanced up to see if the tall boy was still there on the court. Finally, she looked up to see him walking toward them and tried to act nonchalant. In reality, her heart was pounding in her chest. If he spoke to her, she hoped she would not make a fool of herself by saying something silly.
“I see you girls really like basketball,” the boy remarked gazing directly into Ruth’s eyes. “You cheered very loud. Do you have a friend on our team?”
“Yes,” Ruth responded, but stopped short because she didn’t know what else to say.
“What’s his name?” the boy asked.
Ruth’s mind began to race. She knew that if she made up a name, she would get caught in a lie. She was already caught in her response that they had a friend on the team. Now, she hoped she could think of something that would keep her from looking silly.
“We used to have a friend on the Banilad team when we were younger,” Rhoda said, saving Ruth from her mouth. “We’ve been fans of the Banilad team ever since.”
“Oh, I see. My name is Joseph, but my friends call me Joe,” the boy revealed, his eyes still fixed on Ruth. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Ruth,” she answered shyly. Then, realizing that he was focusing only on her, she tried to introduce her friends. “This is Rhoda and this is Mary Ann. They are also fans of basketball and Banilad.”
“Nice to meet you all,” Joseph said glancing at the girls, but his focal point returned to Ruth. “I’ve never seen you at a game here before. I think I would have noticed if you had been at one of our games before.”
Again, Ruth was uncertain how to respond, and it was Rhoda who came to her rescue.
“It’s been awhile since she came to the games because her mother has been sick,” stated Rhoda.
Again, there was a pause.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Joseph sympathized. “I hope she will be feeling better soon.”
“No, she is dying from cancer,” Rhoda interjected again. Then, realizing that her response may have disclosed more than Ruth wanted to reveal, and knowing that the boy had not taken his eyes off Ruth, she grabbed Mary Ann by the arm and said, “Well, we have to go. I know you and Ruth have more to say. It was nice to meet you.”
“Yes, it was nice to meet you, too,” Joseph replied as the two girls walked away. “I’m really sorry to hear about your mother. I hope I will see you again. Can I give you a ride home on my motorcycle?
“No. I will just catch a jeepney. It is only one ride to my home.” Ruth offered. “I need to get home now and check on my mother. I was nice to meet you, too. You are a good basketball player.”
“And you are a good cheerleader,” Joseph said and then added, “You are the prettiest cheerleader we have ever had for the Banilad team.”
Ruth turned and walked away, afraid to turn around that he might see that she was blushing. He really was a cute boy and a very good basketball player. She couldn’t help but notice that he stared at her, paying little attention to her friends. Was he really interested in her, she wondered? More importantly, did he have another girlfriend or wife? If he was really married, she was not interested at all. On the other hand, if he had another girlfriend or was breaking up with her . . . well, he was fair game, she thought.
Her thoughts continued to recall Joe as he played basketball. He was tall and handsome, and he wasn’t shy either. He boldly told Ruth she was the prettiest cheerleader the team had ever had. She blushed again as she remembered Joe’s comment and his offer to give her a ride home on his motorcycle. She was lost in her thoughts and almost forgot to tap her street on the handrail on the van.
If she had not been so absorbed in her own thoughts, she might have noticed the young man on a red motorcycle following Ruth’s van at a reasonable distance. As Ruth walked down her street to the small house at the end of the lane, she never looked up. She didn’t see the motorcycle stop at the top of the street.
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“It’s good to see you here again,” said Joe as he sat down next to Ruth. She hadn’t seen him as he approached Ruth and her friends after the game. She had become a regular spectator of the Banilad’s team, and Joe’s biggest fan although she wouldn’t admit it to him.
“Saturday night is my night with my friends, and we all like to watch basketball games,” Ruth declared. “But we don’t want everyone to be mad at us. Some of your other fans may get jealous if you spend so much with us.”
“Don’t worry about that,” Joe laughed. “I spend as much time as I want with whoever I want. Besides, I prefer to spend time with my favorite cheerleader,” he added as he winked at Ruth.
Ruth attempted to stifle the blush she felt rushing to her face. She had become accustomed to Joe’s compliments over the past few weeks, but it still embarrassed her at times because he was so brash in his comments to her. She had been right about Joe. He was a bit conceited, but she wasn’t turned off by his forwardness. In fact, she was even more attracted to him because he was so confident in his abilities, both on the court and off.
“So tell me the truth, Ruth,” Joe said as he stared into her eyes. “I’ve already told you that you’re my favorite cheerleader . . . and the prettiest. So, who is your favorite basketball player?”
She knew Joe expected her to say that he was, but it was normally not her personality to be so brazen. Since she had made some impulsive decisions recently, especially insisting to her father that she would set aside two evenings for herself and her happiness, she thought twice about how she would respond to Joe’s inquiry.
“Well, I’m tempted to say that you are, but then I keep reminding myself that I really don’t know you that well,” Ruth said. “I don’t know where you live, or even if you are single or not.”
“Well, I guess I’m a better detective than you are,” Joe boasted. “I know you’re single and I know you live in Basak.”
“How do you know that?” Ruth asked. “Have you been asking Rhoda or Mary Ann about me?”
Before Joe could answer, Rhoda grabbed Ruth by the arm. “I just got a message from my brother and he said you need to go home now,” Rhoda cut in. “I don’t know for sure, but I think it’s something about your mother.”
Panic struck Ruth as her heart began beating faster and her knees began to wobble. She felt dizzy and her face turned pace. She looked at Rhoda and felt like she might faint.
“Come on. I’ll take you home on my motorcycle,” Joe said as he grabbed Ruth’s hand and led her toward his bike.
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Copyright 2014 by S. R. Morris